Eerie silence covered the entire village.
Not a single sound could be heard. Not the sound of wind blowing, nor the faint chirping or movement of insects.
The people had all retired to their homes, barricading their doors with every heavy object they could get their hands on. Their windows were tightly locked as well.
The soldiers of Blackstone had collapsed from fear, their unconscious bodies lying a few metres away from where Floki now stood.
Floki stood calmly.
He could not see any of his followers at the moment, but he could feel their fear.
The tension in the atmosphere was almost tangible.
To be honest, while Floki maintained a calm outward expression, his heart was troubled with curiosity about the unknown.
What was the Night Laugher like? How big and strong was it? For such a mysterious monster, with terrifying fables spread across so many villages, what could its special powers be?
Floki's clenched fist began to tremble slightly with expectation.
